"I don't need your help, Miss Ivanov."
"Oh, but you do, Mr. Shelby. You do want to see your son again, right?"
A story of a broken woman in power who is willing to help a broken man with nothing left get his son back. Just that, right?
February 2022...
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Marjorie rested in Thomas's office as a knock sounded against the door. "Come in." Thomas spoke, the door opened with a quiet sqeak. "Marjorie?" Jack spoke, making the woman open an eye. "Mh?" He opened the door a bit wider. "Someone's here to see you." Thomas lifted his gaze and looked between Marjorie and Jack. "Who?" "Atticus." Her mouth spread into a smile as she huffed. "I'll be right out."
Jack left them alone again, closing the door after himself. She grabbed her bag and her jacket and walked towards the door. "Who's Atticus?" Thomas's voice stopped her hand on the handle. "A friend." He didn't seem satisfied with her answer. She rolled her eyes at him and sighed. "A friend who's going to help find your son." he nodded and lifted himself from his chair. He grabbed his jacket and put his cap on. "What're you doing?" he raised his eyebrows at her.
"Meet Atticus."
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"This is Atticus De León, he's one of my few friends and one of the best assassins i know of." Atticus gave Thomas a nod, Thomas raised his hand towards the man. "This is Thomas Shelby, boss of the Shelby Company ltd. and the Peaky Blinders." Atticus shook his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shelby." Thomas nodded. "It's a pleasure for me too, Mr. De León." he only shook his head with a small smile on his lips. "Call me Atticus, Marjie's friends are my friends." She didn't miss the way his eyebrow twitched at the nickname he used for her.
Thomas didn't deny nor did he confirm what the man in front of him had said. He sat himself down and knocked on the small window facing the bartender. His name was Harry, Arthur had told Marjorie a few days ago. "Yes, Mr. Shelby?" Thomas turned around and ordered a bottle of Irish whiskey and three glasses.
"So, how have you been?" Atticus asked as he leaned back. Marjorie sighed and gave him a small smile. "Quite alright. My dad's funeral wrapped up three weeks ago and my mother turned into a bigger monster than before. But it's alright." He nodded and gave her a small assuring smile. "Where have you been? You vanished the day after my father died."
Thomas took the bottle from Harry and placed the glasses on the table. He poured some whiskey in the three glasses and held one of them towards Marjorie. "Thank you." She smiled at Thomas and took a sip from the glass. "I had to leave to Spain." he paused to take a sip from the glass. "Business, you know." she nodded and laid one leg over the other one.
"There's actually something i need your help with." she started, placing her glass down. She snatched Thomas's jacket and reached inside for his wallet. "What-"Psht." she silenced him. Atticus only watched the two.
She picked a picture of a child out of the wallet and placed it in front of her friend. "I need you to find out as much as you can about this boy." She took a sip of her whiskey. "He's probably been kidnapped by the Changrettas." Her eyebrows raised at him. "You know what that means, right?"
"Revenge." he spoke. "Fucking Revenge." Marjorie nodded.
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Marjorie followed Thomas back into his office, he didn't hold the door for her. The door almost smashing her nose in the process. "What's going on with you?" she set her bag down on the small side table in his office. „You've been awfully mean towards me the past hour." he sat down on his chair and looked at some papers.
„Alright, just sit there and act like a baby while i set everything in movement to find the kid of yours." his gaze snapped to her, hand still as he stares.
„You don't care about my kid though, do you?" he leaned back as he laid the pen down he was holding. „The only thing you care about is your revenge." he sighed. „I don't know how i feel about you using my child as your form of revenge."
Her eyebrows furrowed. „What the fuck do you mean?" she huffed at him, heart pounding as she placed one hand on her hip. „Do you mean i would sacrifice your kid for my revenge?" He didn't move nor did he make any attempt of denying her sentence. „Do you really think that low of me?"
He reached for his glass and took a sip. „I don't really know what i should think of a russian mob boss." he paused before completing his insult. „You people aren't really known for your love and compassion for others." she staid silent. Him insulting her somehow hurt a bit deeper than anybody else ever had.
She shook her head and grabbed her stuff before turning to him, her gaze gloomy. „You don't have to like me, but i'm your best shot at finding Charlie and you know it."
She walked out of his office without another word. He stared at the spot she had stood at.
She remembered his name.
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Marjorie sat in the Garrison, a glass of whiskey in her hand and Jack across from her. „So i asked Atticus to find as much about Tommys child as he can." Jack nodded as he sipped his whiskey. „I spoke to Theo." he paused. „Everything but the car was doable." She sighed and nodded.
Thomas's outburst had ruined her mood and shaken her up. Did he really believe that the sole reason for her helping him out was her revenge. She dreamed of killing Luca Changretta since the day her brother hung slaughtered at their gate but that wasn't her only reason. She had grown to like Thomas and his family in the bast weeks, even though she would never admit that to any soul alive. Meeting his son was a big dot on her to-do list.
"By the way." Jack paused. "This came from Atticus." Marjorie took the envelope from Jacks hand and carefully ripped it open. The paper inside was folded and had
from ADL to MI
written on it. She opened the letter and read what her friend had written in it.
Dear Marjorie, I did some digging as you've asked me some days ago. It was hard to find anything regarding Shelby's boy but i did find some crumbs.
The Changrettas have been in Columbia the past months, business wise. They're most likely not associated with the kid but i'll keep you updated when i find out more.
Someone must've fed you fake rumors, my dear.
Keep your eyes open for people associated with the Shelby family, there might be someone who'd like to do them harm.
Take care of yourself & i hope you find his child soon.
love, Atticus.
Marjorie stared at the paper in her hands. The Changrettas weren't associated with the kidnapping? Someone fed her fake rumors? What about Charlie?Her head was spinning as she slapped the paper down on the table, heart pounding in her ears as she jumped to her feet. „Where're you going?" Jack questioned, raising to his feet as well. She didn't answer as she sprinted out the door, determined to find Thomas as quick as possible.
